But did you really mean it when you called me a whore
Something in his arm, he pushing more and more
And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush
Finishing the paper while haters be stuck at the thesis!
All these haters who mad and be nagging at me
I'm a g, and this is something you can't see
And shots at the niggas that got away
I want to feel her in every way
Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,
They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back
I could have you raped, beaten and covered in blisters
Baby told me that she never memorized a verse
Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more
But did you really mean it when you called me a whore
I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,
Looked at her number and gave her a call she picked up and i said hey its paul,
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